Chapter 75 Chapter Twenty-Five

Witch Quarter. Qiushou took out a key and slowly unscrewed the rotary handle—it had already been locked, and it was equipped with a brand new brass lock, which opened the heavy door. Stepping into the dark basement, he turned on the flashlight, illuminating a face. The face looked to be in its fifties, paler and more haggard now, weak and lethargic with its eyes closed.The person hiding in the Witch's Quarter was tied to a chair, so he had to be able to move. There were puddles of filth under his body, and he must have been tied here for several days. Before the poor man woke up, the autumn harvest entered the memory again--

December 6, night. He returned to the gate of the villa that he passed in the morning, which was also the hiding place of the real buyer of the "Witch District" silk scarf.He observed the villa carefully and waited until midnight, but he didn't see any movement in the villa, so he was too sleepy and went back. The next day, Qiushou found out the owner of the villa——Sheng Shihua, the chairman of a large business group.Coincidentally, Qian Ling works in this company.But Sheng Shihua has always kept a low profile and never had any photos in the media or on the Internet.He also went to that company to wait, but found that the boss was on a business trip to Beijing, and he didn't know when he would be back.

Therefore, Qiushou spent most of his time in front of the villa.And this house has a very good security system. The servants are at home 24 hours a day. The danger of sneaking in without authorization is very high. We can only continue to wait for the opportunity. On December 10, Qiushou, who was lurking in a nearby car, saw Tian Mai by accident.At nine o'clock in the evening, he saw Tian Xiaomai walking out of the villa, and the owner's whole family came out to see her off. In an instant, Autumn Harvest seemed to be petrified, and under the light at the door, a man's face was clearly illuminated.

it's him! A face that will never be forgotten! Fifteen years ago, on a rainy summer night, there was a small grocery store opposite Nanming High School.Thirteen-year-old boy Qiushou was locked in a cubicle by his mother, but he heard strange movements outside.When he curiously opened the picture of the pasted window, he saw a man strangled his mother's neck with a silk scarf!He wanted to shout loudly, but he couldn't say a word. He wanted to rush out to save his mother's life, but he couldn't open the locked door.The boy could only watch his mother helplessly, watching her being gradually strangled to death and suffocating—at the same time, Qiushou also saw the face that killed his mother, the face of that evil ghost!No matter how many years have passed, no matter how the world has changed, no matter how much pain he has encountered, no matter how old this evil ghost is, he will never forget this face. Out of thousands of faces, this one is undoubtedly recognized!

That's right, it's him!This is the face!The face that had been haunting his nightmares for fifteen years! Sheng Shihua. Qiushou remembered his name, as well as his company and social status. However, no matter how his appearance is disguised, no matter how handsome he looks in front of Tian Xiaomai, and how kind he looks like a father, it can't change the nature of this person - an evil ghost. The evil spirit that has been lurking for fifteen years, the evil spirit that killed his mother. Sheng Shihua - he also appeared in the Hongkou Stadium on August 13, 1995, but was accidentally recognized by the boy Qiushou, and was almost caught by Tian Mai's police father.

From then on, this evil ghost missed the autumn harvest for fifteen years. When he watched Xiaomai get into the car and go away, and Sheng Shihua and his wife and son returned home, he also made up his mind - he wanted to kill this evil ghost with his own hands. This is also the only purpose for Qiu Harvest to survive these years. Within a week, he had all the preparations done.By following Sheng Shihua's driver, he found out about the Sheng family's weekend travel plans, and knew that they would spend the night at the resort by Dianshan Lake, which would be his default battlefield.He rented a car in advance and put it in the parking lot near the vacation car, but it was not within the monitoring range of the resort.He noticed that there was an unwalled corner of the resort, making it easy to sneak in undetected.

That night, he lurked in the resort waiting for Sheng Shihua to show up.Originally, he wanted to wait until early in the morning to do it, but he didn't expect Sheng Shihua to go out for a walk alone at two o'clock in the morning.Qiushou took out the prepared Esfahan silk scarf, strangled Sheng Shihua's neck from behind, and knocked him out with a stick at the same time.Then, he left Sheng Shihua's leather shoes by the lake, and threw the silk scarf into the lake, in order to fake the illusion that he was strangled to death on the spot before sinking into the lake.Qiushou had investigated the patrol time of the security guards in advance, and he chose the safest time to drag Sheng Shihua out of the resort, tie him up and throw him into a rented car, and head to the prison that had already been delineated - the Witch's Quarter overnight.

The choice here is very fair. This is the starting point of all disasters, and it is the place where the evil spirit killed his mother. And in this terrible "hatch door", the eighteen-year-old Qiushou was locked up for three days and three nights. He felt that he had seen a real ghost at that time!Let this evil spirit be in the company of ghosts, let him enjoy the sufferings of the autumn harvest, and let him know all the consequences of his actions. He couldn't let the evil spirit die so easily. In the dark underground witch area, Qiushou walked up to his prisoner and patted Sheng Shihua's face.

The evil ghost woke up, but turned into a weak old man, his eyelids opened tremblingly, and a thirsty moan came from his throat. Qiushou took out a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap and stuffed it into his mouth.Sheng Shihua bit the mouth of the bottle instinctively, drank most of the bottle of water in embarrassment, a lot leaked from the corner of his mouth, and wet his expensive coat.Qiushou took out another piece of bread and stuffed it in front of the former evil spirit, like feeding a dog, he fed it with a sip of bread and water in two minutes. Sheng Shihua panted in pain for a long time, raised his head and said hoarsely, "Thank you!"

He has completely lost his bossy attitude, he is just a poor old man in his fifties, and he is no longer that terrible evil spirit, but an old and weak sheep waiting to be slaughtered. Qiushou shone a flashlight on his face, then pointed the flashlight at his own face, and said sharply, "Look at my face!" The evil spirit raised his eyes with difficulty, and saw the kidnapper's face clearly for the first time. In the light of the flashlight inside the "hatch door", he saw a young and cold face—how familiar this face, he It seems that there is some kind of hallucination, is it really him?

"Fifteen years ago." Qiushou decided to tell him everything, and continued to illuminate his face with electric light. He must see this face clearly, and maybe he would see the shadow of Xu Bizhen who was killed by him, "When you When I strangled my mother with a purple silk scarf, I hid in the small room behind the grocery store, and through the two holes in the pictorial, I saw your face!" The evil ghost's muddy eyes only left surprise: "You—are you really Xu Bizhen's son?" "yes." "You—didn't you die when you were nineteen?" "I'm not the one who died!" Qiushou raised his head and said in a victorious manner, "There is no other reason why I survived, just for today, to catch you, the evil spirit, with my own hands!" "Is it really you?" The light of the flashlight was still aimed at Qiu Harvest, Sheng Shihua tried to widen his red and swollen eyes with more and more fear. "yes." "No, you can't kill me!" Qiushou didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he took out a blanket from his bag and wrapped it around his body to prevent him from freezing to death. Afterwards, he ruthlessly walked out of the hatch and tightened the handle tightly again. Back at the door of the dilapidated factory building, Qiushou looked at the white sky and the boundless snowstorm.